Eliana is an average directioner who would love to see One Direction. Sadly for her, she suffers the disput of domestic violence. Only the prospect and hope that One Direction gives her helps her cope with her situation. However, when the thing she loves most has been shut off and she is taken in by some strangers, her life takes a turn for the worse. Will she ever rise up and become happy once more?


17. Time to run

I flew far down, readying myself for the impact of the fall. That's when I stopped and an excruciating pain shot through my legs. I managed to look up and see Lucas viciously grappling at a rope that attached itself to the chair my legs were tied on. I was close to the ground here and my only way of escape was to get away now. After several failed and hurried attempts, I reached for my feet where the rope wound tightly around the chair legs. The first knot I untied easily however as I reached for the second I could feel myself being hauled upwards a lot more quickly. Lucas and 2 other men had their hands wrapped around the rope, pulling me towards them. Unluckily the last attached leg had the worst damage done to it. My hands grew sweaty and I felt dizzy from stress. 3ft increased to 5ft and to 7ft. If I swung myself in a certain way then I would manage to land in a bush located only a few yards from expected landing point.

Finally untying the last knot, I held onto the rope and swung my way down towards the sheltered bush. The fall seriously affected my legs, increasing the pain.

"GET HER!" I heard Lucas shout, cursing as he did so. That was my cue to run. That's when I realised the extent of my damage. It looked as if my right leg had been broken while the left was left dislocated. But I ran on, ignoring the pain. I winced and whimpered but I would not stop. I ran out into the darkness which was in fact harbouring hedges and trees. It seemed that I was already on the outskirts of the town and so I ran for as much as I could, increasing the distance i'd set in motion.

It wasn't until I reached the heart of an unfamiliar wood that I stopped to listen. The only sound accountable was of the owls hooting and rabbits burrowing. I needed to rest but I couldn't stop. The pain in my legs was already unbearable. Eventually I succumbed to my weakness and fell onto the floor, resting against a tree. I thought back to the past few days. About everything that has happened. Surely it can't have been real...I've been drugged up too much to believe anything lately. Then my thoughts turned to Louis. Louis, the one I have obsessed over seeing and have loved since One Direction formed. The one who had a connection with me, having known about my past. He was my protector, but i'd failed to protect him. I hadn't helped him. My heart felt as if it had been ripped into shreds and then stamped on by the boots of the devil. I cried myself to sleep that night.

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